Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

A SOLDIER'S QUESTION

I lay here reddening foreign soil
Whispering my last breath
I've said my prayers, my last goodbyes
I've just one question left

Why did I come here and fight?
Why was I willing to die?
Was it for honor, glory or fame
The question I ask of I

As I lay here wondering
all at once I knew
For through the rain I see a rise
Of 50 stars on blue

I did this not for glory
for medals nor for fame
I did this for a little boy
with my face who bears my name

And for every other boy like him
and ever little girl who cries
and every man who dreams of peace
but cant speak it else he dies

I die for every mother praying
It matters not to whom she prays
For all she wants is for her kids
Better and peaceful days

I slip now from this earthen bond
Watching my flag fly in the rain
Knowing as my eyes now close
I didn't die in vain.


Cheri' C. Bown
copyright ©May 20, 2003

Something the terrorist scum will never get!

Good on ya mate! Good stuff!

Cheers,

Huzzah!